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Nov 2016
Sometimes when he is going on and on,
Rambling in that passionate way he does,
I haven't the slightest clue
What he is talking about
Yet I pray that he never stops,
I look at him and think to myself,
"There it is.
Everything I have ever looked for
In another human being
Is right here in front of me."
And I wonder how on earth
I got so lucky.
Angela Moreno
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